reply to post by Rainbowresidue
You have a very good point about videos and photographs being easily manipulated and therefore not a very good source of 'proof.' One may never be
able to believe in things of paranormal nature unless they experience it themselves. However, even if they do experience something, they might easily
shrug it off, since experiences can vary so much.
The Normandy Invasion for example: We can read about it and think, "That must have been so brutal for them!" but the individual experiences varied
greatly. For instance, on one beach troops walked ashore without a single shot fired at them, while a bit further down the same beach their comrades
were being torn up.
Anyways, reading of Rainbowresidue's experiences made me want to share my own.
I can remember being in bed when I was about 5, and looking out the door into the hallway and seeing a ghostly white being that seemed to pace back
and forth down the hall. (at some point I dubbed it 'the sentinel') I don't think I felt fear at seeing it, and I don't remember when it ceased to
appear.
Around the same age, when I had a bad dream I would blink my eyes until I woke up. One nightmare, I was trying to do as such and heard a voice say
something akin to, "That's not going to save you this time." It could have just been part of the dream, but that still bothers me a bit, whatever
it was.
When I was young, I wouldn't look at graveyards or the locations where I knew there had been accidents. I could not stand seeing human skulls, and
the grey aliens (popular at the time on the TV) also freaked me out.
My grandmother's house was built in the 1800s, I don't know the exact history to it but at one point someone that played football lived there. He
had a brain aneurysm and died in the house. One night, my brother, cousins, and I were playing cards in the dining room. I believe they may have been
talking about the football player story (as is the wont of older siblings to put a scare in the younger), and we heard a loud crash from the basement
below. The next day it was checked out and I believe it was said to have been a brick wall or pile of bricks that had been knocked down.
A few years ago, I was home alone after staying up all night, finally going to bed around 10-11 AM. It was a summer day and several windows were open
in the house. I almost always close my bedroom door, so I presumably shut the door and got into bed. Almost immediately, the door flew open with some
force. Now, I've been in this house for over five years now, and have never seen my door open inwards like that again, especially when it would have
been fully shut or close to it. Needless to say, I was scared stiff. I'm not exactly the most bold individual, so I lay there, facing towards the
wall. It almost seemed like there was a 'presence' beside me, and my mind went to the pair of scissors which was resting on the nightstand as if
this 'presence' was contemplating to wield them. It also began to feel like something had sat or stood on the bottom of the bed and then was pushing
down on my legs.
Eventually the 'presence' seemed to fade and the physical sensations ceased and I mustered up the courage to roll over, figuring if I was going to
die, so be it. Nothing. I quickly closed and locked the door, grabbed the only nearby weapon (a replica saber) as if it would do me any good, and
eventually went to sleep. A few months back, I felt those physical sensations as if something was sitting on my bed once more. Very freaky.
I have worn a shirt while going to bed for extra warmth - I must move around a lot since my covers are always in disarray. Recently, I woke up feeling
as if I had been strangled. It's possible that that morning was the first time in over a decade I managed to move in some way to do that to myself I
guess, but seems odd. It also continued to hurt and be sore for quite some time after.
The last incident I can recall happened earlier this year. I had been working on the idea for a short story and decided to implement demons.
Coincidentally, or not, after researching them I became afflicted with severe depression. I also experienced two peculiar incidents: the first I had
been dreaming one of those surreal dreams where it appears like you are awake. I was searching for someone, and he appeared in the doorway to my
bedroom. I woke up with a gasp, felt fear, and stared warily towards my closed bedroom door.
The other, I was sleeping and woke up with a start. My head was turned to the side and I could feel something pressing down on my chest. The first
time, I woke up, felt the pushing sensation, then fell back asleep. I awoke again and this time thought to myself something akin to, "I know you're
there!" then "Don't look, go back to sleep."
I know not what may have caused my experiences, but I do know they were disturbing and frightening when they occurred.